8 days a week

Last week was crazy, if I were to summarize everything that happened into one sentence, it will be as such: *deep breathe* had 2 brain haemorrhage inducing mid-terms, 3 wretched assignments were due, 1 pointless presentation, lost my residence's keys *heartpain* (there's a fine of $60 for losing the keys, and it's in Canadian dollars of course), got myself involved in the floor decorating competition for halloween (tremendous waste of time), cooked curry with the rest of the NTU chaps, invited the French over for the curry, got myself dead drunk at a halloween party (will upload more photos of the party after the Toronto trip), carved a pumpkin and finally, adjusted the clock an hour back for daylight saving (the countries in the Northern Hemisphere have to do this as dawn arrives an hour later and dusk, an hour earlier).

In short, the events that transpired for that week reminded me of a roller-coaster ride: you can feel as if crap just landed on your face one day, and feel wildly ecstatic the next. Ironically, despite losing my keys and going through the distasteful mounds of assignments, I enjoyed last week thoroughly, especially during Halloween. Which brings me to the point that I still do not feel home sick, at least for now. Before you dismiss me as a heartless cad, an indifferent cur etc, at least let me have the chance to defend myself. 4 months is a short time compared to the next 5 or 6 decades I have to spend in Singapore, and to constantly feel homesick would mean only one thing: you are not enjoying yourself during the exchange. With the inexhaustible sights to see, the opportunity to make friends with people from all over the world (inevitably party alot with them), and almost an unwavering certainty that this exchange is a once in a life time experience, why then would I feel any tinge of homesickness? I do think of my folks back home for sure, but bear in mind that I will not be staying forever, this 4 months will end before you, them or even I will know it. Hence, I will not mar the purity of this perfect bliss with any thoughts of homesickness.

This week saw my luck change for the better, I've gotten my keys back after some undue perplexity. Apparently the front desk at my residence has been trying to reach me through the phone since last thursday. Unfortunately, I was away from my room most of the time, only returning for the single purpose of sleeping. Which brings me to a question that almost ceded common sense: do those people at the front desk even know what the f**k is an email? Hopelessly inefficient management aside, I give my profound thanks to the good samaritan for returning my keys to the front desk. Unfortunately the front desk do not know the identity of this person (given their competency in handling matters, I would be surprised if they did), if not I will see to it that a good deed is rewarded.


My PRECIOUS has returned to us!!!! So bright, so beautiful, my precioussssss.... Hahahaha, I'll definitely be extra cautious and not lose it again!